Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1692

Chapter 1692 Trash

Davin was skeptical of Skyler. Nonetheless, he brushed his doubts away and moved on. He gave Skyler one last look before heading to the dance floor.

Skyler stared at Davin’s back while he walked away. The corner of his lips lifted, and Skyler took out his phone and took pictures of the sexy women on the dance floor.

At last, he timeously took a picture exactly when Davin interacted intimately with one of the attractive women on the dancefloor.

He beamed after taking the picture.

It was at a perfect angle where a sexy lady was seen to be pressing herself against Davin, both of them having skin contact at inappropriate places of their bodies.

No wife can accept her husband behaving as such.

Besides, rumors have it that Davin’s wife is watching him closely for any evidence of adultery. If she sees this picture, I bet all hell will break loose.

Almost immediately, Skyler sent the photos to Sheila.

Davin, the show is starting. Brace yourself!

Just as Sheila wanted to send Nicole and Evan off, she was stupefied upon receiving the photo from Skyler.

What is…

She zoomed in on the picture and saw that it was Davin. It’s really him.

Why is he surrounded by so many women?

She’s pressing herself against him. What is going on?

I thought he’s busy with his business? So why is this happening?

“Trash!” She gritted her teeth and scolded.

That word caught everyone’s attention. Evan and Nicole looked toward each other, unsure of who Sheila was referring to.

Sophia asked bluntly, “Sheila, what did you say?”

“Your son is trash!”

Evan’s face darkened.

He headed out of the underground palace and picked up the phone.

“Hello, who is this?” Sheila asked.

“I-I’m Mr. Davin’s guest.” Skyler sounded like a middle-aged man.

“Are those photos real?”

“Yeah. They’re taken by me. If you want more, I can send them to you.”

“Why do you want to send me these photos?”

“I had some business dealings with Old Mr. Muir, and I was a beneficiary of his kindness. As you are the heiress of the Muir family, which I am indebted to, I feel obligated to warn you.”

“Warn me?”

“That’s right. I heard that the women here are Mr. Davin’s mistresses. If you come here right now, you might be in time to catch them in the act.”

Then, he continued, “Some are saying that Mr. Davin is awarding them ten thousand tonight. Just think about it. If there’s nothing going on, how can such a meager sum be sufficient to hire ten over stunning women here to be prostitutes?”